Seeing the pictures of sharks teeth and beautiful shells littered on the beach in the wake of the storm has encouraged me to make it my goal to walk barefoot on the shore this week in search of treasures.
Barefoot. Honest, unrestricted, open, feeling.
Sounds inviting to me. I had a moment today…not a melt down moment…not a heroic moment…more like a tender moment. A barefoot moment.
In worship, I burst through the fog swirling in my head. In honest worship, that kind that comes from your gut. Worship that pulled me to a higher plane, to see above my current state.
All I know is that with that moment, I realized my feet have been cramped in my shoes for too many days.
Time to kick of the shoes and take a slow “walk”. My particular walk involved sitting indian-style on the floor, eyes closed, soaking up His goodness.
“Not enough time” can be a wicked lie. When all it takes sometimes is a few minutes to get this heart aligned and for peace to sink where anxiety had a foothold.
I am unearthing a couple practices to help me live more moments barefoot. One that you might find interesting as well is Centering Prayer. What practices are helpful for you to reflect and center yourself?